*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. Jamie didn't move to Glen Oaks until the last year of high school. She didn't have any...
Author's Note: This is the first chapter of my first submission to LW, so please peeps, be nice with your comments. The story follows the lives of a couple forced to make difficult decisions when their professional lives disintegrate and they are left in dire financial strife. This is a work of fiction and the characters are figments of my devious imaginati...
Evie joins Jenni in the kitchen, hungry for details. "What are you doing, little mama?" she asks. "Making the Kool-Aid, like a good cult wife," she replies. "Want a glass?" "Just a little one, thanks. I haven't had this in decades." "Daddy and Freddy don't like me drinking liquid sugar, but they let me have my little treats in moderation." "It's becaus...
"Fuck. That lazy prick. There he is again lying on the fucking couch with his laptop on his chest looking at God knows what. I wish he'd just do something. Anything!" I am Jenny Jones, a fifty-year-old wife and mother. When I saw my husband, Steve, on the couch, again, those were my thoughts. He had been on his annual 6-week holiday and it was the last week...
Claire probably shouldn't have gone to that frat party. But Sigma Tau was known for throwing good parties, with lots of alcohol and dancing, and as she began her junior year at Lehigh University she was relishing the sudden freedom of not having the pestiferous Sophie around as a permanent nanny or chaperone. It was one thing to be away from parents; it was...
{There is nothing erotic here, not to my way of thinking. I am at home, still injured, and not much in the mood for erotic anyway. I normally write a story when something happens, and around here that might be months apart. In between, I will jot down things from memory, and yeah, sometimes I embellish to try and make things sexier. That never seems to wor...
Ms. Priya was enjoying her mid night stroll along with me. I was not enjoying much. Keeping a pace with her on my knees and led by a leash was not as easy as it might sound. The blindfolds added more misery to the sufferings, though not knowing what might come excited me. Often Ms. Priya would stop and ask me to kiss and lick her foot. She would caress my ha...
In some place that had not existed before, and only existed now for this very purpose, there stood a large, gleaming vat. "Ten thousand gallons of delicate fondant sugar cream infused with essence of violets and stirred into dark chocolate," said Chaos. "There are also strata of hazelnut praline in rich butter cream, and areas of soft caramel for that espec...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggl...
My wife Anita shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat. "You OK?" I enquired. No reply. A mile or so went by in silence. "Why do they think it's so funny?" "What's funny?" I asked, knowing full well what had got to her. We had just overtaken a white van, which as is quite typical at this time of the year, had its back end covered in the dirt sprayed up...